Without her Shark Hand Hat, as long as Zhu Juntang did not open her mouth and bleat "Mie Mie," she was an elegant young lady from a wealthy family, with almost flawless bearing and looks.
Outside the cosmetics brand's counter store, the manager, store director, and employees stood at attention. They did not hope to increase sales much tonight; they only hoped not to leave the young lady with a bad impression.
Everyone knew that many wealthy ladies and socialites spent hundreds of thousands on a single jar of face cream. What more needed to be said about someone of Zhu Juntang's standing? She would never use skincare products sold publicly. Only cosmetics with extensive product lines, countless varieties, and inventive ideas might hold the same appeal for her as toys.
"Look at this high-ceilinged lobby, all dark except for a few brightly lit areas on one floor. Voices echo when people speak, and footsteps go tap-tap. Doesn't it give you a special feeling?" Zhu Juntang said as she linked her arm through Liu Chang'an's.
"No. Remember to pay them overtime," Liu Chang'an said, glancing at the time. The mall would normally have closed by now.
"Of course. Look at the sincere smiles on their faces, and you'll know I never treat employees who work overtime unfairly. No one truly rejects overtime altogether. What people reject is unpaid overtime and overtime that drains away their lives." Zhu Juntang understood this well. Just like Biao Biao's mom and the Antarctic people—they could not refuse Liu Chang'an's favor, but if Liu Chang'an refused to provide them with nourishment afterward, his harem would revolt, unite, and suppress the exploitation of their labor.
At the same time, Zhu Juntang thought of something Professor Liu had said in class recently: "Do not worry about scarcity;